The lea shall have its lily bells

The lea shall have its lily bells,

The tree its bud and blossom,

But when shall I have my leal love

Hame frae the faithless ocean?

Sair, sair, I pled and followed him

With weeping and with wailing;

He broke his vow, and broke my heart;

And sighed, and went a sailing.

All night I woo the tender stars,

With eyes upturned and mourning;

And every morn look to the sea,

For my leal love returning.

Oh, sweetly sweet would be the sleep,

That knows no dream or waking;

And lang and green may the grass grow

Aboon a heart that's breaking.